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Some Kinds of Help

Long ago when I was young, I had a an album — on a RECORD! — titled “Free to Be You and Me”, by Marlo Thomas and friends.  I looked it up before I wrote this post, and I see that it was a successful project featuring bucketloads of celebrities: Rosy Grier, Alan Alda, Tom […]

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House Rules, Redux

Exactly one year and one day ago, I posted a list of House Rules for Jackson’s benefit. I don’t think he read them. But we’ve updated them, now that he’s been with us for a year and he rejoices in the gravitas and maturity of an adult dog.  (I read that aloud to B and […]

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What do you mean it’s almost over?

I can’t believe February has flown by so quickly.  Normally, February creeps for me: it’s the doldrums of winter, when I float, becalmed, on a sea of snow flurries and ennui. But this year, I took a lovely trip, did a great deal of painting, and caught strep throat.  More about the first two (happier […]

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Pathos

Jackson has been having some problems. Last week, he split a toenail.  It doesn’t sound like a big deal, does it?  But dogs walk on their nails; in fact, the ground helps wear them down.  A split toenail meant that every time Jackson put his paw down, he put pressure on the split.  Not only […]

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Good Day/Bad Day

A dog who is having a good day: A dog who has had a bad day: The two are, of course, related: if one rams around like a wild thing in the park, one is liable to get not just muddy, but hurt.  And then one is pathetic and bandaged and limpy, and tries to […]

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All By Ourselves

B is away at a conference. I took him to the airport yesterday, between classes, so when Jackson came home in the evening there was only one person present to love him.  Despite a full day at dog daycare and a manic romp in the park with his friends, he was so unnerved that he […]

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In Which We Visit a Shelter

The city’s pound is located in a veterinary hospital, which seems like a good sign.  We had to fill out an application before we could see the dogs, and while we waited we talked to a big black Lab who was VERY excited to be there, to meet us, to investigate the corners of the […]

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In Which We Decide To Get a Dog

I am not allowed to go to dog shelters. I get upset. I am not to be trusted. Last time I went to a shelter — with my mother, who was looking for a mature, calm, non-barking and non-shedding sort of dog to keep her company while I went away to school — I fell […]

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